Chapter 629: Chapter 564: Dare to Ask for Guidance

Ning Feiyan watched from the Time Platform as the Empress, the Demon Lord of the Demon World, looked down from her high position, overseeing everything.

Beneath the canopy, her slender eyes were like a demon fox at midnight staring at its prey in her grasp, a cold, mocking smile hanging on her lips. She rose and slowly descended the long steps of the Time Platform.

At the banquet, except for Yihe and Shu Ci, all the demons knelt down, bowing their heads in worship, even Mi Lu was no exception.

Ning Feiyan was about to kneel as well when the Female Demon Lord spoke, “Si He, you need not be overly courteous, stand and speak, after all…”

A cruel yet beautiful smile appeared on the Female Demon Lord’s face as she gently caressed the pendant bead hanging by her ear, “If Si He is unlucky today, you might not have another chance to stand and speak with me in the future.”

Ning Feiyan truly felt the serpent-like stance of the Female Demon Lord, the killing intent almost spilling out of her eyes.

Her fingertips suddenly tightened, her expression remained usual, the daylight shining on her pale face. She was drenched in cold sweat beneath her light fox fur cloak, and her back was stiff and numb.

Even now, pushed to the brink of despair, Ning Feiyan was desperately controlling her emotions, worried she would inadvertently show some hatred in her gaze.

The woman before her was as high as the heavens, and she was just an ant beneath her feet, always looking up at the changing clouds and winds of the sky, summoning winds and storms. If the Empress wanted her alive, she couldn’t seek death; if she wanted her dead, she could only quietly wait for the executioner’s blade.

She had tried everything to change her fate, yet she still ended up being controlled by it.

How ludicrous, how sad.

Although her situation was now a dead end, and she couldn’t control her own life, the stubborn defiance ingrained in her made her grit her teeth and swallow the surge of sorrow and fear along with the bloody taste in her mouth.

She moistened her dry, pale lips and, with lowered eyelashes, said, “Your Majesty, I understand that I have no power to fight against Lord Shu Ci. With my body wounded and diseased, I only wish to quietly watch the end of this Monarch’s Return Banquet, harboring no thoughts of overstepping.”

The Female Demon Lord raised her eyebrows slightly, seemingly surprised that she still had the spirit to struggle in her dying moments.

Was it that she couldn’t see the situation clearly, or was it that she was just too stubborn?

“Oh? Are you suggesting, Si He, that someone deliberately plotted against you?”

Ning Feiyan’s eyelids drooped, “Perhaps it was my playful cat, which accidentally dropped the Battle Order into Lord Shu Ci’s box.”

Mi Lu, already anxious, quickly spoke out, “This Young Lord has long seen that damned creature’s wild nature. Fei Yan is not yet recovered from her injuries, how could she possibly seek death by challenging Shouhe? This must be a misunderstanding; why not declare this Battle Order null and void?”

The Female Demon Lord glanced down, her eyes icy cold, “Are these your brother’s words, suggesting that the millennial tradition of the Monarch’s Return Banquet in the Demon World can be easily voided because of a misunderstanding?”

Mi Lu retorted angrily, “How is this taking it lightly? She is the future bride of the Demon World’s Young Princess Consort, your sister-in-law. Now you want to push her to death; what are you really trying to accomplish?!”

Facing the enraged Young Lord Mi Lu, Shu Ci, who had been silent, finally staked his position.

“There is order in the world, laws for the ruler, rules are rules. If everyone could break the rules at will, wouldn’t this Monarch’s Return Banquet be just a farce?”

Shu Ci’s numb and indifferent eyes slightly moved as he stared at Mi Lu, “I hope the Young Lord will speak carefully.”

Mi Lu, seated not far from Shu Ci, became furious upon hearing this and energetically smashed a jug of wine at Shu Ci’s feet. The broken porcelain soaked in fine wine, and Mi Lu’s chest heaved with anger, “Are you teaching me the rules?!”

Without his support, who had helped her ascend the throne nearly a thousand years ago while the Demon Lord was sealed beneath the Bronze Gate, power in the Demon World would not have fallen into her hands.

Had it not been for his aid, even with her immortal body due to the Cursed Body, she would have been sealed and tormented somewhere unknown.

Now, the woman he favored was facing a crisis, and she could resolve it with just one word; yet she deliberately chose to oppose him today.

After throwing the jug, Mi Lu stood up angrily, no longer kneeling.

Due to the unhealed wound across his back, his posture as he stood was somewhat deformed and laughable.

He strode towards Ning Feiyan, intending to take her hand, “Fei Yan, the marriage between you and this Young Lord was ordained by my father. Today I am here to protect you; I want to see who dares to harm you!”

Regarding the hand Mi Lu extended to her, Ning Feiyan lowered her gaze, knowing that if she allowed him to hold her hand today, the situation would definitely be resolved.

However, she disliked ‘ifs’.

This was not a hand pulling her out of Hell.

Keeping her usual grace, she politely avoided the hand, stepping back slightly and speaking softly in a lowered voice, “Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. However, the fact remains that the Battle Order fell into the box, and the Monarch’s Return Banquet cannot be treated as a farce because of one subordinate.”

She preferred to save herself rather than be saved.

Because in Ning Feiyan’s world, there was no such thing as accepting help from others without paying a price.

Usually, beneath these helping hands, there were more repulsive, predatory eyes, watching like looking at food.

Mi Lu was saving her merely because he didn’t want to see a dish he cherished ruined.

Now, she faced a dire situation alone, which wasn’t so frightening, but if she were to take Mi Lu’s hand, that would be like pushing herself into a deeper, more disgusting snare.